Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural... I just wish I did!

By the way, I do know that in the Supernatural series vampires don't have the typical two pointed fangs, but in this story I'm going to bend the laws a little bit. Its back to the old-fashioned vampire for me!

One Week Earlier...

Sam's skin stuck to the frosty window of the Impala, the icy cold eating through the glass and into his cheek. It took him a few moments to fight his way back to consciousness, and then a few more before he realized that they were speeding through cold, grey fields on a deserted, cracked highway. Skeletal trees clawed at the sky by the side of the road and dark clouds rolled and heaved in the sky, blocking out all traces of sunlight. Sam sat up slowly, blinking hard. This couldn't be right. He didn't recognize this place at all. He peered out of the window, frowning in confusion.

"Dean?" he croaked, his voice dry from lack of use. He cleared his throat and spoke again, his voice stronger this time. "Hey, Dean, where are we?"

No reply. He turned his head and his eyes widened. There was no one driving the car - his brother was nowhere to be seen. Even as this realization rushed through him, the car began to drift off towards the side of the road, heading straight for one of the larger trees. With a yell, Sam launched himself across the car and grabbed the steering wheel, wrenching it back on course. As he scrambled into the driver's seat he looked over his shoulder, searching the empty car with his eyes.

"Dean!" he shouted. Nothing.

What the hell?

Sam turned back to face the road - and saw Dean standing in the centre of it. Sharp panic jolted through Sam like an electric shock and he slammed his foot down on the brake, but the car wouldn't stop... in the split second before he slammed into his brother, Dean tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth to reveal two slim, delicate fangs lengthening from his canines...

Sam jerked awake with a gasp and sat frozen in his seat, his father's journal falling from his numb hands. Dean glanced at him quickly, halting in his parcipitation in the chorus of 'highway to hell' to study his younger brother.

"Sam? What's up?"

Sam took in Dean sitting safely at the steering wheel, the dull, suburban houses shooting past them out the window... he shut his eyes, struggling to control himself. It had just been a dream, a dream... but god, it had felt so real this time, almost like a vision...

"Sammy?"

"I'm fine," Sam mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Sorry. Where are we?"

Dean frowned at him, but seemed to accept his answer. He returned his gaze to the road, accelerating lazily over the highway. "Just outside the main city. This is where most of the killings have been happening, so I figured we'd start off there."

"You sure its vampires?" The memory of his dream leapt into Sam's head, and he swallowed hard. "Could be a werewolf," he said, trying to focus on the job.

"Nah," Dean said, shaking his head. "We've met vampires before. The victims have been found in their homes or in the streets completely drained of blood, none of the neighbours have noticed anything mysterious and its not a full moon. Its definately vampires."

"There were three more last night," Sam added, glancing down at the journal where he had stuck a post-it. "That makes... nine killings in the last week."

"That's a little excessive for your average vampire, isn't it?" Dean asked, arching his eyebrows. "Or are they just out of control?"

"Vampires usually hunt in groups - colonies, Dad calls them - so this could just be a larger amount than usual. Although," he added dryly, "From the way these people are being killed I'd say that these vampires are not exactly on a diet."

Dean shook his head. "I thought they were all turning veggie? Like that Lenore, remember her?"

Sam shrugged. "Apparently not all of them are as sweet and gentle as her. We could try running the veggie theory past them..."

He glanced at Dean, who was smirking. "Sure, before or after they drain our guts?"

"Yeah, right," Sam muttered, grinning at the thought of themselves trying to convince a dozen bloodthirsty vampires that everyone could be one happy family. He looked out of the window.

By now they had entered the city. It was late evening and the nightclubs were already open, flashing signs and images lighting the street and harsh red, blue and green. People were walking the streets, some already drunk and staggering, others trying to get past huge, balding bouncers. Dean slowed down suddenly and gestured to a bar, huge silver letters spelling out 'Lights Out' over the door.

"Night's still young," he said. "How about making a start?"

Sam sighed. Over the past week they had driven out an angry ghost, unearthed an undead zombie and burned down a cursed gym. All he wanted to do was find a bed somewhere and go to sleep. But hunting came first. He nodded, shoving the journal into the glove compartment.

"Sure," he muttered.

Dean grinned and drove on. They parked the Impala around a corner a few blocks down and then walked back, armed with silver knives and some of the smaller stakes which they could hide inside their jackets. A few girls shouted at them from across the street, and Dean wolf-whistled back. Sam elbowed him sharply.

"Dean, come on! We're on a job!"

Dean scowled at him but reluctantly turned away from the girls and continued towards the bar. They reached it and stepped inside.

The atmosphere was dark and muggy, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hanging in the air. The place was crammed with people, ranging from burly bikers to petite girls. A pool table in the corner was surrounded by five or six people, who seemed more interested in laughing at some story one of them was telling than actually playing pool. Heavy rock music pounded through the air. Sam scanned the room, frowning. He already had several suspects - the tall, black-haired woman flirting with three men near the sound system, a tall man bending over a young blonde, the small group of girls crowded around one table talking quietly amongst each other. Dean shot him a glance.

"You want a beer?" he asked pointedly.

Sam nodded. "I'll get us a table," he said.

He moved away, heading for a table squashed up against one wall, within earshot of most of the individuals he had picked out. He sat down and picked up a leaflet lying on the table, pretending to read it. The black-haired woman was immiediatly a no go; she was trying to convince the men that they could get better deals from Louisiana Banks while they were simply trying and failling to ask her out. The girls around the table were talking angrily about a boy who had cheated on one of them. The man and the blonde had begun to make out, and neither was showing any hint of bloodlust. Well, not yet at least. Someone suddenly swore loudly and Sam turned. The a tall man with dirty blonde hair straggling past his jawline was shouting angrily at someone who had apparently nudged him as they walked past. Sam's eyes narrowed. There were six people in the group all together, all of them pale, all of them darkly beautiful. Four men, two women. A man and a woman were making out on the corner of the pool table, another man and the other woman were watching the blonde man who was still yelling furiously. The final man was sitting on the floor against the wall, his dark hair hanging over his face to hide his eyes, his hands spinning a sleek knife in smooth circles.

"Lusing," one of the women said as the blonde-haired man's voice rose.

The man - Lusing, apparently - scowled and shoved his way over to the bar, pushing past Dean in the process. Dean recoiled almost at once, his eyes widening, but Lusing barely looked at him. Dean made his way over to Sam, shoving a beer across the table towards him.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam muttered, still holding the leaflet. "That whole group over there..."

"You kidding?" Dean hissed. "That guy - Lusing or whatever it was - he stinks of blood. The barman said they're in here most times a week, and they've been here for three weeks."

"Right when the killings started," Sam said, nodding.

Dean smirked suddenly, and Sam frowned.

"What?"

"So, ah, you've finally decided to stop pretending and show the world how you really feel?"

"Wha..." Sam looked down at the leaflet for the first time. Gay and Proud - A Self-Confidence Booster Class. Sam dropped the leaflet at once, his face flushing red. "No! I... shut up, Dean!" he snapped as his brother sniggered.

Lusing suddenly returned to the pool table, his arm around a girl he had apparently found at the bar. She looked a little worried, but smiled as he whispered something in her ear. The vampire sitting on the floor abruptly stood up and grabbed Lusing's arm, hissing something through clenched teeth. Lusing shoved him away and steered the girl towards the back door. The other vampires followed eagerly.

"Hold up," Dean muttered. "Looks like we've got them caught in the act."

"Let's go," Sam agreed.

They stood up and headed for the door, leaving their beers untouched. By the time they emerged into the alleyway beyond the bar, there was no sign of the vampires or their new prey. Dean pulled a silver knife from his pocket.

"There's a lot of them. We shouldn't split up."

Sam nodded. "This way," he said, gesturing towards the left. "They wouldn't go back to the road if they're planning to kill someone."

They followed the alleyway away from the road, turning right and then left. A short squeal reached their ears and both brothers instantly tensed, lifting their weapons. Dean put a finger to his lips and then moved forwards, inching around a turn to the right. Sam followed him.

The alleyway now opened up into a large car park, a block of flats rising up behind it. The vampires had stopped in the middle and were playing with the girl, forming a circle around her. Dean jerked his head at Sam and the brothers ducked behind a huge dumpster, leaning around the edge to watch the vampires.

"We need more weapons," Sam mumbled. "There are too many of them."

"By the time we leave and come back she'll be dead," Dean replied under his breath. "We have to do something now! Maybe if we just run at them they'll get spooked and leave."

Sam bit his lip. "That's a pretty big risk, Dean."

A second shriek of fear. Sam looked up sharply. Lusing had stepped into the centre of the circle and had twisted the girl's arm behind her back, leaning close to her neck. She screamed again and lashed out desperately, completely missing him. The vampires were laughing; one of the women had doubled over, trying to control her giggling. Sam's fists clenched in anger.

"Look, guys, I think she likes me!" Lusing called, provoking even louder howls of laughter. "Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more private-"

"That's enough!"

Sam flinched as a new voice rang through the car park. The other vampires turned, Lusing's smirk dying slightly.

"Opium!" He roared, shoving the girl towards another vampire. "How many times do I have to tell you to shut - up!"

The vampire called Opium came into sight from between two cars. Sam recognized him as the vampire who had been sitting on the floor in the bar. He had dark hair which hung over one silvery eye and a thin but lean body. He was wearing a black jackets and jeans that were torn at the knee, much scruffier than the other vampires who were clad in sleek leather. He moved forwards and Lusing stepped up to meet him, the vampires standing eye to eye.

"You've gone far enough, Lusing," Opium said coldly. "You can't keep killing like this! Hunters will come for us, people will find out what we are-"

"You seem to have forgotten that I'm the leader of this pack, not you," Lusing snapped. "And I want blood."

"You're acting like an animal," Opium said, his voice low with disgust as Lusing turned and snatched the girl back.

"And you are acting like one of them," Lusing growled, shaking the girl slightly. "If you want to feast off rats and street cats, go ahead. But unless you want to be on your own, you'll keep your insufferable pacifist crap to yourself."

Opium's eyes seemed to burn with fury at the insult, and his shaking hands clenched into fists at his sides. He opened his mouth - and a sleek, curved blade span out of the darkness and detatched one of the other vampire's head from his shoulders. The vampires twisted around, gasping in shock as the headless body collapsed, twitching and jerking. Lusing shoved the girl to the ground and turned in the direction the blade had come from, snarling. The moonlight fell across his face and the hairs on the back of Sam's neck rose as he took in long, curved fangs and glittering silver eyes.

"Do mine eyes decieve me," he growled. "Or do I smell the blood of a hunter?"

The other vampires moved forwards to his side. Opium remained where he was, his eyes flickering over the shadows in the car park. Slowly, out of sight of Lusing, he moved backwards and pulled the girl to her feet, muttering something in her ear. She shot him a stunned glance and then ran towards the mouth of the alleyway where Sam and Dean were still crouched. Dean grabbed her wrist as she reached them and whipped her behind the dumpster with him, putting a hand over her mouth to silence her scream of panic.

"Don't worry, we're here to help you," he whispered.

"Come out, you coward!"

They all froze as Lusing's voice cut through the air. Sam leant out once more and watched as the vampire moved around in a wide circle, his eyes darting over the shadows.

"I said, come out! NOW!"

"That vampire," Dean was whispering. "What did he say to you?"

The girl stared back at them, wide-eyed.

"H-He just told me to run," she croaked, trembling. "Let go, please..."

Dean released her and she scrambled up and sprinted away into the alleyway. Dean shot a meaningful look at Sam, who shook his head and looked out into the car park again. At that moment a second blade appeared, shooting through the air towards Lusing. Lusing caught it in his fist, his teeth baring in rage.

"Come out!" he demanded again.

One of the female vampires put a hand on his arm, muttering something in his ear. He scowled but nodded, and jerked his head at them. The group turned as one and raced into the darkness, Opium among them. Sam made to get up but Dean grabbed his jacket and pulled him back down.

"Wait," he growled. "I want to see who we're up against."

Sam crouched down again, his legs beginning to ache from being cramped in the same position for so long. He waited, watching the empty car park. Suddenly a tall, dark figure appeared in the car park, striding over to the headless corpse. Sam stiffened, and Dean swore softly under his breath.

Gordon Walker.

"I don't believe it," Dean spat. "What the hell... why do we always... sonuvabitch!"

"Shh!" Sam hissed. "He's not alone."

A woman was emerging from the same place, holding another of the curved blades. She crossed to Gordon, who was now kneeling beside the corpse. He said something and together they heaved the body and head into a large sack and moved over to one of the cars. They dumped the body in the boot, got in and drove away.

Sam turned away and sat back against the dumpster, looking at Dean who was shaking his head.

"For god's sake," Dean was muttering furiously. "Okay, that's it, we're leaving."

"Leaving?" Sam repeated. "Dean, we can't leave! What about the job?"

"Gordon can deal with the blood thirsty vampires," Dean said. "We're leaving before he can get a whiff of you and start up the 'I-hate-Sam-Winchester' club again."

"But... but Dean..." Sam shook his head. "I just think there's more to this job than we're seeing. That vampire was talking about pacifism, wasn't he?"

"So what!"

"So, that means he's not evil!" Sam said. "And that means that there might be others like him in the colony."

"I didn't see him getting a lot of support."

Sam scowled. "Look, Dean, we only let evil things get hunted. If he isn't evil-"

"Damnit, Sam, who cares about some confused vampire?" Dean demanded. "This is about you! If Gordon finds you again, he's going to kill you."

Sam held his gaze. "Please, Dean, please. Just give me tomorrow night to find something worth staying for."

Dean squirmed uncomfortably under Sam's pleading eyes. He looked at his watch, looked at the empty car park, looked at Sam and gave in with a heavy sigh of fustration.

"Fine. Fine! One night. One, Sam, you hear me?"

Sam grinned. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "Now, lets follow those vampires."

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